Birthday to brighten the bleak mid-winter

WHAT KATI DID NEXT:

’Tis all done and dusted for another year and here we are all again, with stretched waistbands and flapping wallets.

January is a hard month isn’t it? There is none of the Christmas excitement that December has and there is none of the spring promise that February has.

It is stuck right there in the middle of nowhere land.

That is unless you have a birthday in this very month and I don’t mean to gloat but I have. Na-na-na-na-na.

Alright so I am a year older, a little greyer, not so much fun to be around at times and certainly a lot more tired . . . but the joy of a birthday in January, and nearing the end of January as well, is that you do have the excitement of something thrilling on the horizon.

You don’t have to sit around, twiddling your thumbs until your June birthday comes or even desperate to see in autumn for your September one.

No, it is here, a few seconds after Christmas.

I know what you’re thinking, “I would rather I had Christmas and my birthday evenly spread across the year,” but you don’t mean it. Come on, think about it, in March/April you get Easter, then in June/July you have your holidays, in October you have Hallow’een, November, Bonfire Night and then before you know it Christmas is back, riding high on the shoulders of December.

So you are never stuck for some other kind of party the rest of the year round.

No, in January when the days are short and the nights are long, I can go dancing literally for hours, from about 4pm through to about 8am.

Okay, so that is a long night, and one that at this age I wouldn’t want to even think about let alone manage, but at least the offer is there from Ms Night even if I couldn’t possibly take it.

And, ok, yes it’s true, as the years pass I have the urge to go out less and less, so nowadays what actually happens is I sit in, this year on my own, as Monday night is football night for hubby and I raise a small glass to myself surrounded by piles of presents.

No that bit’s not true either, with age comes less goods. Can someone remind me, why do I like my birthday?